The Mongolian prince came on stage shirtless, smiled and saluted everyone in the hall, and then danced to the beat of the horns.
His movements are bold and neat, with a unique Mongolian style between opening and closing.
People can even feel the vastness and endlessness of the Mongolian grassland in Beili's palace.
And the backup dancer next to him, although he has never cooperated with him, is also well versed in Mongolian dance and dances to the drumbeat of the horn.
Everyone seemed to be immersed in the rough dance and wild prairie style.
At a glance, it seems that what you see is no longer the four corners of the sky and the endless palace walls, but the endless blue sky, lush grassland, and the cattle and sheep on the grassland.
Concubine Hua looked at the dance she had not seen for a long time, feeling a little homesick in her heart, and tears welled up in her eyes.
The Mongolian prince felt everyone's gaze and was very satisfied.
His trusted subordinates looked at everyone's reaction, curled up their lips, and then said in a cold voice: "This is the difference between Mongolian dance and Beili dance. This is our Mongolian man!"
"The people from Beili have tried to shirk it again and again, but I don't know if they are as cowardly as a mouse!"
As soon as he said this, everyone who was immersed in the dance changed their expressions.
The confidant meant what the Mongolian prince meant. The Mongolian prince has been aggressive again and again today, maybe he has other ideas!
Everyone was thinking and looked at Ji Wanrong. Looking at Ji Wanrong's calm profile, seeing that she was silent and didn't answer anything, they couldn't help but feel a little resentful in their hearts.
For his own selfish reasons, Ji Wanrong refused to let his brother play. He even publicly declared that something was wrong with the palm dance and asked the Mongolians to dance on his own.
If the Mongolians jumped without incident, wouldn't it really confirm what the Mongolian prince said and prove that all the Han people in Beili are as cowardly as rats?
They are not afraid that something will happen to the people who go up, but they are afraid that nothing happens to the people who go up!
Everyone was thinking, and even looked at Ji Wanrong a little more unkindly.
If she had stopped being so forceful and let Ji Lingxiao go up, or even let the little eunuch go up, she wouldn't have fallen into the trap like this, and wouldn't even have been able to refute!
Feeling the provocation in everyone's eyes and the Mongolian expression, Mo Jiecheng clapped with a half-smile.
"According to what the Mongolian envoy said, if you dance without leaving your feet off the ground, you just twist and turn in front of people. Can this be said to be palm dancing? If it is such a dance, would you be as cowardly as a mouse if you don't dance?"
"Now it seems that the Mongolian tribes are a little too courageous!"
After Mo Jiecheng heard this, Concubine Hua's expression changed. She hurriedly signaled with her eyes to the Mongolian prince, telling him to quickly apologize and confess.
The Mongolian prince naturally heard it, but he ignored Concubine Hua.
He gave Mo Jiecheng a provocative look.
Then he glanced at Ji Wanrong out of the corner of his eye and found that she was looking at him seriously. Then she curled her lips and gave her dance partner a look.
The Mongolian dance partner understood and prepared himself, spreading his feet and folding his hands in front of his lower abdomen.
The Mongolian prince jumped up, tapped his partner's hands with one foot, and stood firmly in the palm of his partner's hands with the independent posture of a golden rooster.
The people present couldn't help but let out a cry of admiration.
The original horn sound suddenly stopped, and then was replaced by intensive drum beats, and the dance partner below gritted his teeth, slowly stretched his hands forward, and then withdrew the bottom hand.
At this moment, the Mongolian prince, who weighs more than 200 pounds, is standing on one hand of his dance partner. The partner below can even spin and jump to the beat of the music.
It shows the bold and bold momentum of the Mongolian people.
Everyone onlookers widened their eyes, and although they were extremely reluctant, they still couldn't help shouting.
The faces of the Mongolian envoys were all proud, because they knew that their prince's dance was far less exciting than this!
Sure enough, amid the cheers of the crowd, the Mongolian prince slowly turned on his partner's hands.
At this moment, the dance partner under him was listening to the praises of the crowd. His muscles were already tense and his face was red. However, he still gritted his teeth and lifted the Mongolian prince to the position above his head.
The Mongol prince looked relaxed and confident.
At this moment, the inappropriate voice of the Mongolian envoy sounded again. A proud smile appeared on his lips, he turned his eyes to Ji Wanrong, and then asked with a smile.
"Princess Han, do you still feel bored looking at this now?"
"You were absolutely certain that something would happen to the prince, but the prince used his own strength to prove that what you Beili people said may not be right. It also proved that the Mongolians are more courageous and powerful than the Han people. .”
The emperor's expression changed slightly, and everyone who had been immersed in the dance suddenly remembered what Ji Wanrong had just said.
They have been dancing for so long, but the backup dancer below seems to be dancing more and more vigorously, and nothing will happen at all!
If Ji Wanrong hadn't mentioned it so nonsense just now, it was originally a beautiful thing for Mongolians and Hans to dance together, and Beili wouldn't have been ridiculed by this bold Mongolian!
Everyone's eyes almost wanted to nail Ji Wanrong to the pillar of shame, but Ji Wanrong didn't say a word in defense.
She just followed the dance in front of her with her eyes closely, and her fingers on the desk seemed to be tapping gently in accordance with the music.
The tapping motion seemed to be counting.
one……
two……
The Mongolian envoy saw Ji Wanrong pretending to be calm without saying a word, and smiled coldly, thinking that she was just trying to hold on.
The dance is about to end, let’s see what this pretentious Princess Beili has to say!
She is sincerely convinced by Mongolia, and she also represents Beili’s sincerely convinced by Mongolia!
Then everything in the past will no longer count!
As the horns reappeared to the rhythm of the drums, the dance reached its climax. The Mongolian prince enjoyed the admiration of everyone, and his dancing movements became more and more agile.
When it spreads its wings, it looks like an eagle looking for food, and when it circles, it looks like a yak on the grassland.
Even if the Mongolian envoys were eccentric, it was the first time for everyone present to see such a dance, and they couldn't help but get immersed in it again.
With a warrior's roar, the Mongolian prince took the horns hanging on his chest, started playing, and then jumped into the air.
At this moment, Ji Wanrong's fingers that were tapping the table suddenly stopped.
No need to count anymore because it’s now!
